Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"Teacher, what is this place?"

"Don't be afraid, classmate. The teacher just wants to play a little game with you. It will be over soon and you won't even feel the slightest pain." Liang Na tightly grasped Tan Shujue's thin body and walked towards the cold operating table step by step.

There was a creepy sneer on the corner of her mouth, which seemed particularly abrupt and ferocious in the endless darkness, as if she was a demon from hell. "Be good, baby. The teacher likes obedient children the most."

A bone-chilling chill instantly penetrated Tan Shujue's heart, causing him to tremble all over.

At this moment, he could no longer believe every word said by this usually amiable school doctor.

A person like him, who has no friends, is lonely and helpless, perhaps, even if he disappears, no one will notice him?

Fear surged into his heart like a tide, and Tan Shujue realized clearly that death was the only way waiting for him.

He will really die.

His consciousness was struggling in despair, but his body was like a lamb to be slaughtered, without any resistance, and could only let Liang Na control him.

His life seemed to be completely in the hands of this woman...

Liang Na slowly put on the thin rubber gloves, as if she was performing a solemn and mysterious ceremony.

Her movements were gentle and cautious, and every detail revealed professionalism and calmness.

However, when she picked up the scalpel that was glowing white, the whole atmosphere instantly became solemn.

Tan Shujue's eyes widened, and his heartbeat echoed in his ears like thunder.

A deep fear surged into his heart like a tide, tightly enveloping his soul.

He could feel the cold breath emanating from the scalpel, as if it was a messenger from hell, approaching him step by step with the shadow of death.

Time seemed to freeze. Tan Shujue could not move an inch and could only watch Na gradually approach.

His breathing became rapid, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body was trembling slightly.

Every second that passed seemed like a year, and his heart was filled with endless anxiety and despair.

At this moment, something sharp cut open the tightly closed door of the basement like cutting tofu.

There was a constant clanging sound, and the originally extremely solid door instantly broke into pieces and collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Liang Na was startled and quickly turned to look at the door.

Jiang Jiang appeared in front of him, panting, like a bright ray of dawn, illuminating the corner of fear and panic in Tan Shujue's heart.

"Teacher, I have a few questions that I really don't understand. I would like to ask you. I wonder if it would be convenient for you?" Jiang Jiang waved her arm to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead, while holding the door frame and breathing heavily, and she held one of the licorice tightly in her hand.

The chrysanthemums sparkle with a cold metallic luster, emitting a faint soothing breath.

Seeing this, Liang Na gently put down the scalpel in her hand, her eyes shining with ecstasy. She stared at the herb in Jiang Jiang's hand, and fell into a state of ecstasy.

"Classmate, what material is the knife in your hand made of? It's as special as you are. Can you lend it to the teacher to have a look?" Liang Na's voice was full of expectation and desire, as if she had an indescribable obsession with Qie Dai.

Jiang Jiang smiled slightly, threw Qi Dai aside, raised his arm and casually wiped the sweat from his chin, and said nonchalantly, "Of course!"

Liang Na picked up the sword carefully, as if it were a rare treasure. Her eyes revealed deep fascination, and she gently stroked the cold and hard metal body of the sword, as if she was touching a precious treasure.